Being in love, we find ourselves in the moment we find the other; in love, we touch freedom in the moment we serve another; in love, we touch intelligence and clarity in the moment we are given to let go of thought and cleverness; in love, we become strong and safe in the moment we are given to let go of our last pieces of armor and, in an instant and for an instant, we become completely vulnerable.
— Jacob Needleman, A Little Book on Love